Jiang Xiaoran's anger was ignited, and he instantly stared at Cao Zirou.
She was shocked by the sight.
Jiang Xiaoran's hatred expression was filled with disgust and disgust when he looked at her.
"Cao Zirou, don't think that I don't know your methods. If your mother won't cure you, you'd better keep your tail up and be a human being."
"Otherwise, one day, I will ask you to kneel down and apologize to Yinxiang!"
"I'll tell you the truth, one day when I was in Jiang Mansion, if you wanted to marry in as a wife and a concubine, it was absolutely impossible. If you were a dog, I thought you would bite your master!"
These few words were scolded across the face, causing Cao Zirou's face to turn pale.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she forgot the words.
How could Jiang Xiaoran scold her like that?
Seeing Jiang Xiaoran flick his sleeves and leave, Cao Zirou immediately looked like she was about to cry.
However, Mrs. Jiang, who was beside her, seemed to be very angry, and she was helped away by the maid in a dizzy state.
Not even a word to comfort her.
Cao Zirou cried and felt wronged, so she went back to her room angrily.
When Jiang Xiaoran passed by his grandfather's courtyard, Yu Guang saw that his old man was standing under the porch with his hands behind his back, looking at a tree in the courtyard that he raised with his own hands.
Seeing Jiang Xiaoran walking by, Mr. Jiang glanced at him.
At the moment when the grandfather and grandson looked at each other, Jiang Xiaoran slowly stopped.
He is like a little beast after a rage, looking for the most reliable cave as shelter.
Jiang Xiaoran dragged his weary pace and walked in front of Mr. Jiang.
"Grandfather..." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Looking at his embarrassment and haggard, Mr. Jiang secretly shook his head and sighed.
"Xiao Ran, do you know why I take extra care of this sycamore tree?"
Jiang Xiaoran was taken aback and shook his head.
Not all old people like to grow flowers and grass, and he never paid attention to why his grandfather preferred to grow trees.
Mr. Jiang raised his head, his vicissitudes and deep eyes, looking at the golden leaves of the tree.
His eyes suddenly returned to how far away he was.
"When I was about the same age as you, like you, I was in a daze all day long and had nothing to pursue."
"Until a tree I planted with my own hands grew up, in order to take care of its growth, I nurtured it day and night, but one day I woke up and found that my father had cut down the tree."
"I was also in great pain at that time, but I spent more than a year of hard work and raised it regardless of the weather. Why was it destroyed like this?"
"My father said, I have no ability, and I can't even protect a person with a gun and a sword, let alone a tree?"
"Since then, I have started to practice martial arts relentlessly, and have made meritorious deeds on the battlefield."
"I'm not trying to get revenge on my father, but I understand what he said. Only when I stand up for myself, what I say and what I like have weight, and others will take care of what I cherish!"
Mr. Jiang sighed with a smile: "It's been almost fifty years now. What I remember the most in my mind is not how many military exploits I have built, nor how I look like on the battlefield."
"It was at the beginning, after seeing the tree being cut down, the one who hugged the broken tree and cried and hated it was useless."
After Mr. Jiang finished speaking, he patted Jiang Xiaoran on the shoulder: "If you want to make the decision in an upright manner, just find a way to fight for it yourself."
After he finished speaking, he turned and entered the house.
Jiang Xiaoran stood there for a long time.
Suddenly he knelt down and kowtowed three times at the door of Mr. Jiang.
"Thank you grandfather for the pointer."